Gemotions

The bustling coffee shop felt distant, and Michael, reeling from the news, was sitting alone at a small table. His medical history was now intertwined with another’s. He felt a certain… softness in his chest.

He took out his phone and scrolled through his photos. Pictures of his children, their faces bright with joy. Images from his travels, glimpses of the world he’d explored. He paused at a photo of his grandmother, her eyes twinkling with kindness.

He smiled, remembering the stories she used to tell. The lessons she taught him. These memories, these connections, these relationships, were the essence of who he was, and made the confusion of the medical records fade in significance. He needed to hold onto them.